Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Josef K,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.